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I originally thought I already loved Tang Yu deeply, but I didn’t expect that I could love him even more.
—Little Tangxin’s Diary
Tang Xin stormed into the room in a huff. Tang Yu hadn’t expected her to get angry and followed behind her, catching her by the wrist at the bedroom door. He looked at her helplessly: “Shouldn’t I be the one who’s angry? You used Dingding’s words as a measure of how much I love you—how much unnecessary effort did I put in because of that?”
She still refused to back down: “It’s not like it was entirely without reason. Some parts actually do make sense.”
Cotton (her cat) trailed after them, trying to enter the room.
Tang Yu picked up Cotton and tossed him out before closing the door. Then he guided her to the bed.
He leaned half-sideways against the headboard while Tang Xin sat on his lap. With one arm loosely encircling her, he asked: “At five or six points, I’d chase you; at seven, I’d want to kiss you; at eight, I’d want to sleep with you; at nine, I’d want to marry you; at ten…” He furrowed his brows slightly, struggling to understand the logic of young girls. “Give my life for you?”
“…It’s just an expression of deep love.”
Tang Yu understood now. Tilting his head back slightly, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at her: “So, what score would you give me in your heart?”
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted asking.
What difference was there between this question and her convoluted way of thinking?
Without hesitation, Tang Xin shot back: “Two hundred fifty.”
Tang Yu chuckled: “Are you serious?”
She countered: “Are you?”
“Let me put it this way,” Tang Yu said, feeling somewhat exasperated. Despite knowing she had loved him for a long time, he found himself obsessing over such trivialities. His hand cupped her cheek, his expression cold yet serious. “Love comes in different depths—it’s impossible for someone to fall deeply in love right from the start. The idea of giving your life for someone doesn’t apply to me. When you agreed to be my girlfriend, thinking I only liked you at seven points, my first instinct when something happened was still to protect you. Some things are ingrained instincts—I’m a man, and you’re my girlfriend. Protecting you is both instinctual and a responsibility.”
“Conversely, it’s not that I’ll only protect you selflessly when I supposedly ‘love you enough to give my life.’ Certain situations happen in an instant, leaving no time for thought—your body reacts faster than your mind.”
“If anything can be measured afterward, it’s the degree of psychological trauma.”
Tang Xin began to understand. For instance, some people take a long time to recover after breaking up or losing someone they love, while others may never fully move on. She didn’t want to entertain hypothetical tragedies and instead pouted pitifully: “So you’re saying that even if one day you stop loving me, you’ll still feel obligated to treat me well and protect me…”
“Stop—”
The man mercilessly ruffled her hair, wondering if he could somehow untangle her stubbornness.
Tang Xin blinked innocently and deliberately asked: “Then what exactly do you mean?”
Tang Yu took a deep breath, attempting to remain calm despite realizing that his girlfriend’s thought process differed significantly from most girls’. After Tang Xin waited expectantly for a few seconds, she suddenly found herself pinned beneath him. Nervously, she stammered: “You’re going again? We’ve already done it twice tonight…”
“I’ve discovered that saying ten sentences to you isn’t as effective as doing it once.” He pinned her restless hands down and lazily smirked. “If actions speak louder than words, then why bother talking?”
“…”
Thus began their third round of the night.
The man had made remarkable progress in this area, mastering her weaknesses in just two encounters. Each session grew longer, leaving Tang Xin utterly overwhelmed. By the end, she was nearly crying, wanting to beg for mercy by calling him “Daddy Tang.”
When it finally ended, the little woman lay beneath him, her eyes unfocused as she gazed at him.
Her mind replayed his earlier husky whispers in her ear—
“If you want my life, now is the perfect time—it’s also the easiest.”
To die under the peony flower is to become a romantic ghost. Throughout history, countless men have met their end in bed—it wouldn’t hurt to add him, Tang Yu, to that list.
If he were to die, he might as well die gloriously.
…
The next morning, Tang Dingding, who hadn’t received a reply, sent several more messages. Still getting no response, she called.
Tang Yu was about to leave for work when he glanced at the screen and answered on her behalf.
Unaware it was her brother, Tang Dingding nervously asked: “Sis-in-law, are you okay? Did you and my brother fight?”
After a brief pause, she heard her brother’s icy voice: “She’s still sleeping.”
Startled, Tang Dingding nearly dropped her phone.
Tang Yu hung up immediately. Looking down, he saw Tang Xin lying half-awake, staring at him. After a few seconds, she rolled over and continued sleeping with her back to him.
Tang Yu: “….”
He chuckled softly and said: “I’m leaving.”
Muffled under the covers, Tang Xin grunted in acknowledgment but didn’t respond.
At 10 AM, she dragged herself out of bed to eat the sandwich Tang Yu had left in the microwave. She replied to Tang Dingding: “I’m fine—it’s just that my waist almost broke last night.”
Tang Dingding: “….”
After a moment, Dingding sent a cautious voice message: “Why don’t you talk to my brother and ask him to restore my card? I… I’ll buy you some health supplements?”
Tang Xin: “….”
Tang Dingding continued with another voice message: “I’m just starting out and don’t have much savings. If he doesn’t give me an allowance, I’ll have to sell bags on secondhand websites. Don’t worry—I won’t use his card once I start earning money.”
Tang Xin was speechless. Did Tang Dingding now assume that Tang Yu belonged entirely to her?
Seeing her pitiful state, Tang Xin couldn’t bring herself to stay mad.
In the afternoon, Tang Yu received a message from Tang Xin.
Little Rich Girl: “Maybe you shouldn’t cancel Little Fatty’s card. Competition in the entertainment industry is fierce. As a newcomer, without your support, she’ll get bullied.”
Tang Dingding’s card was suspended for a day, but it was reactivated the next day.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week passed. Two days remained until the Lunar New Year’s Eve, and the day before that was the Beijing premiere of Anti-Terror . Tang Xin’s flight was scheduled for the morning of New Year’s Eve—she planned to attend the premiere before returning to Suzhou.
The night before the premiere, Tang Xin began packing her luggage. Since she was only staying for a week, she didn’t need to bring much.
After their relationship deepened, the two homes became interconnected, indistinguishable from each other. Most of the time, she stayed at Tang Yu’s place, where traces of her belongings were scattered around.
While Tang Xin packed, moving between the two places, Tang Yu lounged on the sofa, a laptop resting on his knees as he reviewed box office data. He glanced at the woman folding clothes on the carpet. Whether bare-faced or made-up, the difference wasn’t significant—her lips and eyebrows were just slightly lighter without makeup. At that moment, she wore her hair in a ponytail and a loose hoodie, looking youthful and vibrant like a college student.
“Do you want to move back after the holiday?”
“Huh?” Tang Xin realized what he meant. “Oh, you mean moving back to your old apartment?”
He nodded, analyzing the pros and cons: “It’s closer to the company, larger in size, and the neighborhood environment is better.”
Tang Xin lowered her head and continued folding clothes, muttering: “Lu Chuning still lives upstairs. I don’t want to go back there.”
“My eldest brother has an empty unit with the same layout and size. It was renovated last month, and the two buildings are far apart—we’d hardly ever cross paths.” Tang Yu, being the meticulous planner he was, had already arranged everything. “Across the street, a new development will open next year. I’ve reserved a unit under your name. When it’s ready, we can move there.”
There were villas available too, but they were farther from the company. Tang Yu didn’t want to waste too much time commuting, so he preferred living close to work.
Tang Xin was momentarily stunned. Was this preparation for their future marital home?
Though inwardly delighted, she maintained a composed demeanor: “Let me think about it.”
Tang Yu didn’t press her, simply smiling as he looked down: “Alright, no rush.”
The next day, the movie premiere was a resounding success. After returning home, Tang Xin gave Anti-Terror a perfect score on Douban and wrote a lengthy review, praising the screenwriter, actors, and plot.
When Mingzhu saw it, she tagged her in their group chat: “Accept this glowing review! When your movie comes out, I’ll write one for you too.”
Little Rich Girl: “Hehehehe, the movie was genuinely amazing.”
As for her own movie—well, it hadn’t been filmed yet, so she didn’t dare get her hopes up too high.
You Xiaohuan: “The movie’s box office is going to explode. Our little miss is going to blow up, and Mr. Tang is going to make a fortune. Little Rich Girl, you’re reaping the benefits—you’re the biggest winner here; both the man and the money are yours. Out of curiosity, how’s Mr. Tang in bed? Is he as impressive as he seems?”
Little Rich Girl: “….”
This was typical of Sister Huan’s boldness.
Tang Xin thought for a moment before typing: “Aside from the first time, which lasted five minutes, everything else… makes me want to cry.”
You Xiaohuan sent a shocked emoji: “Wait, seriously? Does this confirm what Dingding said—that your Mr. Tang was still a virgin?”
Little Rich Girl: “!!!”
Tang Xin knew that men tended to finish quickly the first time, but after learning that Lu Chuning had been Tang Yu’s ex-girlfriend, she didn’t want to dwell on his past. Besides, since the “ten-tenths” theory didn’t hold up, the “eight-tenths” guess naturally didn’t either.
She picked up her phone and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
After finishing his social obligations, Tang Yu opened the door to find the living room TV on, along with her computer and iPad left open on the coffee table.
Tang Xin had a habit—when she wasn’t writing, she liked to have the TV, iPad, and computer all running simultaneously. The TV played variety shows, the iPad streamed dramas or movies, and the computer was used for random tasks.
Of course, this only indicated that she was very relaxed and carefree today.
And clearly in a great mood.
Tomorrow, she’d be heading back to Suzhou. Why was she in such a good mood?
Amidst the “triple performance” in the living room, Tang Yu entered the apartment unnoticed. Tang Xin remained oblivious, still absorbed in her chat, the conversation lingering on—
You Xiaohuan: “Hahahaha! Five minutes is definitely premature. If your Mr. Tang doesn’t improve afterward, he’s all show and no substance.”
Little Rich Girl: “It got better later! But could it really?”
…
Just as she passionately typed away, trying to salvage Tang Yu’s reputation, she suddenly felt warmth at her ear. A cold, mocking voice cut through the air: “Is this the kind of尺度 you women discuss?”
Startled by the sudden intrusion, she nearly jumped out of her skin, her entire body trembling as her phone flew out of her hand: “Ah!”
Thud—
The phone hit the ground.
The tempered glass screen protector cracked in three places.
The WeChat group continued to flash with messages. With both their vision at 20/20, they could easily see the screen.
Tang Xin hastily stepped on the phone with her foot, almost wanting to crush it to destroy the evidence. Beads of sweat formed on her back as she nervously faced the darkened expression of the man before her, stammering: “Tang Yu, I can explain…”
Still clad in the black suit from the premiere, Tang Yu had consumed some alcohol during the banquet, but his eyes were colder and clearer than ever. Leaning against the cabinet, hands casually tucked into his pockets, he smirked faintly: “Alright, explain.”
His demeanor screamed, “If your explanation isn’t satisfactory, you’re dead.”
Who the hell would dare speak carelessly now?!
Tang Xin hesitated, carefully tugging at the hem of his suit jacket. After a moment of deliberation, she picked up her phone and decided to play the victim: “Tang Yu, my phone is broken. Buy me a new one.”
Tang Yu coolly responded: “Fine.”
Tang Xin: “….”
Was he really this easy to negotiate with?
She pondered for a moment and implemented Plan B—
Unlocking her phone, she discovered that only the tempered glass was cracked; the device itself was intact. Opening the WeChat group, she saw a flurry of question marks flooding the chat:
???
Where did you go?
Looking up at him, she forced a guilty smile and began typing: “Let me clarify first—you’re not five minutes…” Before she could finish, the phone was snatched from her hands and tossed onto the marble countertop.
Tang Yu’s temple throbbed violently as he forcefully turned her around, pinning her against the cabinet. Through gritted teeth, he growled: “Is that what you think I meant?”
This was between the two of them.
And she dared discuss it with her friends…
Five minutes.
Fuck!
He muttered a curse under his breath. What was there to talk about regarding this?
Tang Xin: “….”
He actually cursed. She cautiously glanced at him: “Are you angry?”
Tang Yu sneered: “No.”
Tang Xin blinked, then boldly wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. He tilted his head slightly, avoiding her lips… Tang Xin frowned unhappily and tugged at his tie—the same tie she had painstakingly tied for him that morning.
She loved suits and knew various ways to tie a tie, though she wasn’t particularly skilled. Her attempt hadn’t been perfect, so he had later undone it and personally taught her how to do it properly.
Just as she undid it, preparing to toss it aside and unbutton his shirt, her hand was suddenly caught.
The man smirked faintly, retrieving the blue tie and capturing her two slender wrists with one hand. The cool fabric pressed against her pale wrist, winding around it once. Tang Xin looked up at him, startled, her heart racing wildly. Swallowing hard, she stammered: “T-Tang Yu… are we really going this far?”
“If I don’t push the boundaries, you won’t learn your lesson.”
His gaze dropped, eyeing her bound hands with an icy, restrained expression.
Tang Xin’s heartbeat accelerated to the point of near-fainting, her legs going limp…
Tears welled up in her eyes: “Can I beg for mercy now…?”
“Too late.”
He tied a neat knot around her wrist and leaned in, smirking coldly into her ear: “Even calling me ‘Daddy Tang’ won’t save you.”
The kitchen lights were extinguished, casting dim shadows. Their intertwined silhouettes—one soft, one firm—moved rhythmically in the darkness, every sound amplified to an intoxicating degree.
The air grew sultry and entangled, stretching the night endlessly.
…
Late into the night, everything finally settled.
After Tang Xin fell asleep, exhausted, Tang Yu emerged from the shower with damp hair, loosely wrapping himself in a bathrobe, the belt tied casually. His muscles, still tense from earlier, outlined his sharp, enticing figure.
Closing the bedroom door behind him, he entered the kitchen, retrieved her phone, and rummaged through the drawers to find the tempered glass screen protector she had purchased on Taobao.
The phone itself wasn’t damaged—just replacing the screen protector would suffice.
He sat on the living room sofa, preparing to replace the screen protector for his girlfriend. As his fingers accidentally tapped the screen, two unread messages appeared.
You Xiaohuan: “By the way, there’s a class reunion during the New Year. Han Yang will be attending too.”
You Xiaohuan: “He was your high school ‘white moonlight,’ right? He didn’t show up to the last couple of reunions. I wonder if he’s changed much.”
White moonlight?
Tang Yu stared at the two messages on the screen, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
Suddenly, he felt that he had been far too gentle with her earlier.
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